Chapter 83

Lucas dropped his gaze, quiet. His hand began to lift. "Lucas, don’t you dare!" Claire blurted out and instinctively reached to stop him. If he so much as raised a hand, rumors would spread that Julian got punched over her—it’d be a mess, especially at Junity. She’d never hear the end of it. Lucas froze mid-motion. He turned to glance at her, his eyes swimming with hurt: So now you only care about him? I’m nothing to you anymore? Claire’s face twitched: …Seriously? Bro, we literally just got divorced yesterday. Did you hit your head? Lucas gave a bitter little laugh. Claire gave a sarcastic smile back. “Oh wow. Pity party starts now, huh?” Their eyes locked. One trying to play the victim. The other heart trained to be made of steel. Lucas turned away. Tension or not, while people around tried to guess whether he’d snap, his hand calmly landed on the table. He spun the lazy Susan, grabbed a bottle of liquor, and poured himself a glass. Julian’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Mr. Arche